X Him Out Lyrics

Dumb Dumb Dumb

We cropped that opp boy out the picture , we tryna go and send him up

We black bagged him, now they zip, they talkin' bout they spinnin' us

I'm the one who know the truth cause we the ones who made him duck

Them niggas actin' like they bout it truth, be told I caught their bluff

Gonna flick him up, watch his chopper fill him up

You think the chop be paparazzi with the flash, gonna leave him stuck

I'm in my prime, like I'm Kobe Bryant, I'm tryna post him up

So once I spin, your ass gon' fade, I'm droppin' shots, so wish you luck

Like that night on 34th, I'm tryna slide or bust a brain

I make them sick right to they stomach, cause they brother in that grave

Shouldn't have spoke about my K's, and by my K's I leave a stain

Cause we the type to leave them shitty, tell that boy go check his hanes

Ha, stupid, talkin' bout your spinnin' but you ran

Them niggas talkin' like they gangstas, but they cryin' bout they mans

See me, I get in that field, spin again

Them niggas merchin' on my K, I stomp the yard just wit they head

Ha, they DOA, we step on shit just like a matt

Call my evil twin, you know that's Trap, I'm tryna catch a hat

Gon' call Luh Skeeze, and he gon' hop up out the cut, Put belt 2 ass

Don't like the beef, cause all these sherms be weak, I'm tryna get my bag

We cropped that opp boy out the picture , we tryna go and send him up

We black bagged him, now they zip, they talkin' bout they spinnin' us

I'm the one who know the truth, cause we the ones who made him duck

Them niggas actin' like they bout it, truth be told, I caught they bluff

Gon' flick him up, watch this chopper fill him up

You think the chop be paparazzi, with the flash, gonna leave him stuck

I'm in my prime, like I'm Kobe Bryant, I'm tryna post him up

So once I spin, your ass gon' fade, I'm droppin' shots, so wish you luck

Gon' drop some shots, right out this Glock, gon' make him duck, hide, and get low

Bitch, I'm the biggest on my side, I'll send my YGs up the scope

I see a opp, I cross em out, I'm tryna leave him on the floor

Them pussies talkin' like they spinnin', but they ain't put shit on the score

I feel like Magic with the Glock, cause I'm gon' pass it to the fleet

Speak on the guys, and we gon' slide, we tryna leave your ass deceased

Me and the bros, step militant down to the teeth

Cause you gon' fish around this way, your head gon' be under my feet, nigga